Does it matter,
what colour hair I have,
or the colour of my eyes?
Does it matter that I don't look,
similar to you at all?
Would you heart still beat faster and faster,
if I were to tell you,
I have a disability?
Does it really matter,
if our views on the world are different?
Or if we both disagree?
Does it matter that I feel so different,
then you do in a situation?
I long to meet you just once,
So that I could see the story,
that your eyes tell me.
Does it matter,
if I say I love you?
Would it change anything?
Does it matter if I'm not here tomorrow?
Or would you just not care?
I feel the need to touch you,
drink in your scent and feast my eyes on you,
but all this doesn't matter when I look at you.
